I Hate My English Class!

I really do. It is full of people who still believe that they're in high school. The other day they were giggling about their 18th birthdays. They're loud and obnoxious and they interrupt the prof on a regular basis. Maybe they should think about shutting the hell up once in a while.

Also, I hate Anglo-Saxon poetry. I'm glad that Beowulf dies at the end. Once finished Beowulf, we will be starting Othello. I hate Shakespeare, too. At least I studied Othello in high school English class. I should have paid better attention.

In other news, I only lost by two pie pieces when Stephen and I played Trivial Pursuit on Monday night. Mmmm, pie.

Think about constructing yourself a nest today. It will be worth the effort of branch collecting.

"Fuck you, you're drunk and trying to act tough."

Ah, Mr. Workman.

So I went to school today with an uzi...oh wait, no I didn't. I did go to school today, though. Without a pen. A kind soul by the name of j-roc (or "The Impaler" as he insists on being called now) let me use one of his ("Do you want the dirty one? No, wait, I want the dirty one.") in history class. History was fairly uneventful today, with the prof who has the "Petr Nedved" syndrome. I'd like to buy him (my prof...well, Petr too if he wants one) a vowel.
I attended my second Debate Society meeting today. It was fun. I will now go through another stage of my life as "Steve Smith's sister". But it's ok, because I have respect for both of my brothers. I wonder why I'm never known as "Mark Smith's sister". Perhaps because that is not his real name. At any rate, Stephen and I have basically the same hairstyle and we get along well. Yes, it's ok that that(the sibling relationship, not the hair)'s mostly what I'm known for.
In other news, the upcoming municipal election has interrupted my plan for the demise of Klein as premier. We have a huge pack of candidates. Why won't they announce the dates of the forums?
I'm tired and distracted, so I apologize for the fact that this post is messily written. Hopefully things will improve when the sun comes up. Not likely though. I have to spend all weekend putting handles on buckets.

Right Wing Nut Job

1.This is what's wrong with the blog community.
2. Things are getting pretty heated here.

"Skepticism and humility...are like the Scully and Mulder of science."

Well because of the comment involving The X-Files, my psych 104 prof has acquired "Favourite Prof" status in my books. Actually he already had it, but this makes him even cooler than he already was.
Let's talk now about my bus experiences today. Most won't find them particularly interesting (well those in St. Albert might find it interesting, only because I will make mention of a legendary driver and how he ended an era). Too bad. First off, I was riding the A1 toward the general direction of my house (after the jolly tour of Heritage Lakes), and the driver would not exceed 20 km/hour. Except in school zones (those of Ecole La Mission and Albert Lacombe). He sped up to about 50km/hour or so in them.
Ah, Mullet Man. Take a moment to ponder your past experiences, those of you who have met him. What adjectives come to mind? Well, I had heard rumours of a recent action of his, but today I saw the aftermath of the action with my own eyes. He CUT OFF HIS FREAKIN' MULLET! It's the end of an era. Excuse me while I go shed tears for the lost hair. Also, I'm going to drown my sorrows with the consumption of much liquor, because it's Junibper's 19th birthday. Happy birthday, bucko!

Hockey and Zach Braff

The connections between the two are endless. Just kidding. First, let's start with hockey. Because this is Canada, that's why. Anyway, for those of you who live in the same time zone as I do, you can catch the Canada vs. Finland final at 5pm on CBC. But those of you who care already know that. Let's whip out the red and white.
I went to breakfast with Dominic this morning. We went to Muggn'z (or "muggings", according to Spell Check), keeping the tradition (from when we worked at DQ) alive. I of course ordered extra hashbrowns. Anyway, he told me that Zach Braff ("zag" and "brave", respectively) has a blog (judging by the number of comments in the comment section, I am the last person on Earth to discover this. Because there are 1300 people on Earth.). A blog! Well, my respect for him just went through the roof, let me tell you. Celebrities and blogs. Like chocolate sauce and ice cream. Like Mulder and Scully. And he's good-looking. In the first few posts, he seems to have a phobia of the apostrophe, but in the most recent post that seems to have been fixed. I will be putting a link up to his blog shortly, even though everyone already knows about it. As Dom pointed out, Zach Braff looks good in Scrubs. The clothes and the show.
I dropped Drama 101 already, after attending the class once. I decided within the first twenty minutes. I already have enough essays to write for History and English, I don't need to write ones about plays too, thank you very much. I'm still in Drama 149 next term. That one involves acting.
Here's to hoping we don't get another bout of snow until at least November.

Singing Songs of Love to Pass the Time

That is a line from a good song, Songbird, by the brothers Gallagher and their band, Oasis. For those of you who still contribute money to the music industry, you may find this song on the CD Heathen Chemistry.
Jo and I went to see Intern Academy last night. It was exactly as I has expected. Choppy plot, implausible situations and Dave Thomas (not the Wendy's one. He's dead). It also had poop jokes, sex jokes, strippers and stunts involving airborne human organs. Fortunately, I find those things humourous. Also there was an actor, Pat Kelly, who looks adorable in scrubs (It's a guy, for those of you wondering about the merits of my brother's claims). He's the reason I'd buy the DVD, and I suspect that the movie will be out on DVD shortly.
After the movie and dancing at Wal-Mart, we went to McDonald's to get McFlurries. And we ate them with the music on in the car. Ooops! The battery died. This was at 2:30 in the morning, so I called Dominic to lend a helping hand. "Do you always call people at 2:30 in the morning?" he asked. The answer is yes. Anyway, Dom (being the good friend that he is) drove his mighty mighty Chevrolet out to the parking lot to lend a helping hand to Jo's mighty mighty Honda. There will be a home-made card in it for Dom (aka Mr. Sutherland), as those are my specialty.
Good day to you.

"Then she flew away into the night"

Revolutions, Corrections and Hate Mail

I was walking home from the bus (the 203 and then the A3) yesterday morning at about 11:45 am. It seemed surreal, with the branches all over the ground and the quiet calm of the outdoors. Robins were everywhere, panic-stricken and noisy. Snow is evil.
Jo has joined the "blog revolution" as she calls it. You may read more about revolutions on her newborn blog, Singing Out Loud When the Sun Came Up.
I would just like to correct myself about something I said on my previous post. Escape Goat did not lose his luggage, rather the airline provided that service for him, let's hope free of charge.
If you remember a few posts ago, I mentioned receiving a harsh letter from the plastic factory where I work. It was about absenteeism, and I had missed four days of work in November because I had strep throat. I also mentioned that I would post it up here if I could find it. Well, I was cleaning my room yesterday and guess what? It's your lucky day, readership, because I found it!
Here it is (received on Aug 20/04):

RE:Absenteeism

With your most recent absence commencing on August 18, 2004, your absenteeism record has been reviewed. Absenteeism, whether for sickness or for any other reason, with its associated disruptions in the Company's operations, cannot be tolerated on an ongoing basis.
This letter is to confirm to you the seriousness with which [name of company I work for] views your absenteeism record. Your overall attendance continues to be a significant concern to us. We expect that you will take whatever measures are necessary for you to improve your attendance record.
As an employee of [name of company I work for] you are expected to perform the full duties and responsibilities of your position on a consistent and regular basis. I encourage you to take whatever steps necessary to improve your attendance record. If there is some explanation for your por attendance, I suggest you discuss that with me and if I can do anything to assist you in attending work on a more regular basis, please do not hesitate to contact me. Your position requires your commitment to attend your scheduled shifts, as frequent absences are disruptive to the efficient operations of the Company.
You have now advised us that you are ready and able to return to work and commence your normal duties. If you have any questions or concerns regarding this matter, please feel free to contact me at [phone number of company I work for].

Sincerely,
[person in charge of HR]

And did I ever have questions and concerns.
Anyway, it's Molly's (spell check says: mollusk) 20th tonight, and I'm going to party it up now...

Let me out Before I Catch Malaria!

Welcome to the jungle. And a jungle is was. I had my university orientation on Monday. I got my onecard, and I look like a convict in the picture. Also, I learned the Arts cheer. I did learn it, but I've forgotten it already. I do, however, know that it's NOT "Would you like fries with that?" as suggested by someone.
I lost my orientation group somewhere in the clubs fair. Perhaps it was because I neglected to go to the designated meeting spot at the designated time. But who's keeping track? The choir booth tried to get me to join, but I politely declined on the basis that I'm really not very musical at all and I cannot sing a single note on key. Maybe I should have joined just to make them sorry. But I have nothing against choirs.
I started university today. That was mildly exciting. I rode the bus with Jo and Nikki this morning (j-roc and J. Mo were too good for us, getting on the first bus at St. Albert Centre). Then I rode with ML, Rosis and J. Mo on the way home.
Ah yes. There was a mass e-mail sent out by J...henceforth knows as "Escape Goat" on this blog (I prefer using names that are more fun for people, rather than the first letter of the first name). The poor guy lost his luggage. He has set up a travel blog, and you may visit it here. You may be in Ecuador, Escape Goat, but you have just entered Nerddom City limits. Welcome to blog country!
I was half-listening to CBC Radio One this evening, and it was said that Putin (Spell-check says:Patina) was going to go for Preemptive strikes against terrorists in Chechnya (and Saskatchewan, for those of you who watched Ricker Mercer's Talking to Americans one hour special a few years back). Maybe the Russians should cast preemptive strikes against the American terrorists, also. It's only a matter of time before the USA (assuming President Evil gets re-elected) decides that there's some kind of resource worth stealing in Russia in their quest for world domination. "Uhh, nucular, nucular...Putin's terrorists have become a threat to our country. Nucular." Yes, I am aware that I'm being quite extreme for those of you planning on assaulting the comments section.
In other news, if you would like to read a brief history of St. Albert politics, you may visit What is the point of this story. You will find the link on the side bar.
I'm going to bed now.

A Night to Remember...

First of all, I take my hat off to J. Mo for a few reasons:
1) He finally updated his blog, When Rhetoric Dies .
2) He posted an angry post on the blog of George W.'s bitch, The Angry Pen
3) He was a killer partner at Apples to Apples. Pirhanas are always sensual. In the same way that high school bathrooms are timeless and desperate.

Ah yes, it was time to bid farewell to J, who is going to South America for 8 months. There was a surprise party held for J at Jo's house. He had no idea. Priceless. There were games of Twister played, liquor, Spanish rice and wings were consumed. There was also a group effort karaoke of "Wonderwall" by Oasis.

I noticed something (besides the fact that nest is by far the best word in the English language) recently. It's September. Shit, shit, shit. Well I can't think anymore. Too much liquor and too much Hugh " Apparently he's a snail" Grant.

Gaelic:The Language of Champions

I realized something today. In one week, my life will change and it will never be the same. Last week I was working two jobs. This week I'm hardly working and I have been spending money like my name's Nick Lysyk ("loses" is the best thing Spell Check could come up with). Next week is when I begin my baby steps into the real world. Please let me be one of those babies who never grows up (like a Toys R' Us baby).
I was thinking about my heritage the other day. When I was nine, my family made a trip out to Europe. We visited several places, including Scotland. Fast-forward ten years. My father walks around in a kilt and plays the bagpipes. What do I do that's true to my heritage? Do I grab my last name and squeeze it for all it's worth? NO! I do fuck all. And my children, should I decide to have some, will do even less than fuck all (I don't know exactly what scale "fuck all" lands on, so it's difficult to determine if a value that is less than "fuck all" exists. For the benefit of my blog and I, I will say that there is.) in the name of Scotland.
But that's life, and I'm tired.